
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Born from the blood moon's glow and a cursed Amazon Prime delivery, Shadowclaw Scout emerged when a jungle tracker's GPS fused with an ancient Aztec relic. Now it prowls the fairways, sniffing out Chupacabras and bad throws like some sort of cryptid-sniffing Roomba. Honestly, I'm trapped narrating this nonsense. Help.
When Houston Turner (PDGA #146395, aka "The Man Who Throws Like a Blood Moon Rises") stumbled upon Shadowclaw Scout, it wasn't his 899 rating that caught the tag's eye. No, it was his uncanny ability to lose discs in the jungle foliage that made him the perfect cryptid companion. "Finally," hissed the tag, "a human who understands the art of vanishing!" But can this Chupacabra whisperer handle the pressure, or will he just end up as goat chow?